Night was falling fast
touches were being lite
up to the hut of Bess Brown
who was deemed to be a witch

They pulled her spitefully from her bed
sticks in hand they beat around the head
tying her slender hands behind her back
they cruelly dragged her back to town

A witch finder had been called
because of all the gossip told
that Bess Brown talks to her black cat
and feeds him blood from on her lap

This I knew to be not true
it was all lies from a hateful few
throwing her down on muddy ground by the town clock
some small children started kicking her to the stocks

How normal folk change in to wild beast
screaming for her blood and death
so they tied her to a pole, burnt her to the ground
that was the trial of poor Bess Brown


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris